Standing on the edge
The light coming out from behind me
And the darkness before me
The stars?
The normal bright array of them
Now forgotten behind the murky haze of the cloud filled sky
The moon?
Hidden somewhere behind the houses
Hidden away from me behind them and the clouds
A usual spot I tend to stand
Once a bringer of beauty
The pale blue of the sky
Entwined with the oranges and pinks of the setting sun
With the stars twinkling and smiling down at me
But now?
Nothing but a sky
No beauty behind this winter sky
Just the murky shadow of what once was
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